The city was beautiful, or at least it had been before they came. With they're cruelty and meddling they have ruined all that is good here, but before you are introduced to our main character, I, the one and only narrator will tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was a group of scientists working hard in their lab because unlike the author, they get shit done. There were five scientists, all researching towards one common goal; immortality. They semi-succeeded but ended up creating a blue zombie looking creature out of a donor's dead body. The creature tried to take bites out of anyone who came close by, its eyes glowed red whenever it smelled human flesh.

The scientists were horrified with their creation, most of the team scrapped the project and left their separate ways. There was one scientist, however, that couldn't let go, we'll call him Dave. Dave kept telling himself "We worked so hard on this project, next time I'll do it, next time I'll create an immortal being, next time, next time, next time..." but alas the next times came and went.

With each failure, Dave lost a sponsor, maybe two, it was hard for him to notice such things anymore. Every day in the lab, every damned day in that lab, it almost made him lose his marbles, and yet he kept going. Eventually, his experimenting and non-stop working came to a crashing halt. Dave had no sponsors. No funds. No money to fuel his research. No money to care for himself. Worst of all, he had forgotten his sweet wife had abandoned him, snatching away their son with her. He had nothing left except for his twisted blue creations, looking at him with eyes as dead at his heart had become.

In the depts of Dave's despair, a fat middle-aged man approached him, we'll call him Mr. Cap. Mr. Cap comforted Dave and asked him, "How would you like me to help fund your research?"

"What?"

Mr. Cap exhaled as if he was dealing with an ignorant child, "I just asked if you want me to fund your immortality research."

"But, that would cost-"

"Yes, yes I know, millions of dollars, but I'd say we can strike a deal, how bout' it?"

"YES!" Dave exclaimed out of pure joy. Dave cleared his throat, "Ahem, apologies, I'll do anything, sir. Name your price."

Mr. Cap wore a golden toothed grin, "I was hoping you'd say that..." Mr. Cap told Dave that he would take the blue-skinned zombies away, in exchange he would become a sponsor to Dave's immortality project. Dave was eager to get those fish eyed creatures out of his life, they reminded him of all his failed attempts. Dave signed them away as soon as he received the contract, Mr. Cap then left with the sealed deal and hundreds of the undead in tow.

If only Dave knew.

If only he knew.

That he had made a deal with the devil himself.